CH 79: Marcus Tuxedo Tuesday, The Setup

The foreword for our Tuxedo Tuesday

Hi guys, it’s Marcus again and it’s ‘Tuxedo Tuesday.’ You might know that as ‘Taco Tuesday,’ but it wouldn’t have fit the subject of this posting as you will soon see.

Let me bring you up to date on a recent topic of ours. It was highly recommended that I purchase new formal wear that would actually fit my new ‘svelte body type,’ okay, let’s get real Marcus, just a ‘smaller belly type.’ Actually, it was wife Lisa who was concerned about a possible ‘sad-sack’ appearance from me at her black-tie event. It’s a good bet that would have been the last thing on my mind, good for her thinking ahead.

My knee scar not so big now

At her suggestion, let’s go with that angle for now. I headed to my office closet to try on my old tuxedo trousers only to find without a belt, zipped or unzipped, they would fall off my hips down to my ankles. My babe was already at his desk working and I just had to show off my laughable situation to him. So, with trousers around my ankles, I shuffled my way out of the closet into the room and had him turn around. “Babe, watch this.” I pulled up my trousers, zipped the fly, and they immediately fell to my ankles again. I fully expected to hear him laughing with me, however, what I got was his head shaking in disbelief and an admonishment and warning about losing too much weight. And then he laughed and said, “That’s sick dude! You really need to think about buying something smaller.” He did ask to see how the jacket fit me, probably to rub it in some more. From my point of view, I couldn’t be more excited about the looser fit, and saw first-hand that Lisa was right about the ‘sad-sack’ look. Now the laughter erupted from both of us. 

There was a time when that tux fit me perfectly but had to be unbuttoned just to sit down; now I can wrap the jacket around my middle like a double-breasted suit jacket. I haven’t needed to wear a suit in such a long time, and that’s a good thing, trust me! I guess it escaped me that I might run into this problem after winning the losing weight battle. What problem? I’d rather be naked with my buddy than in a ‘monkey-suit’ as he calls them, anyway.

Now back to Lisa’s request that I attend a black-tie event with her. Of course, I wanted Larry to come as well, and he really wanted to, something I wouldn’t have figured upon before living together. However, I’m not sure there wasn’t an ulterior motive behind his willingness to go with me. You’ll need to read the chapter to see where this goes. Sneaky bastard I am, huh? Maybe?

That said, now I’ll fill you in on how this led to my ‘Tuxedo Tuesday Week.’ 

My day starts in the best way possible, laying next to my babe, awakening, and finding him there laying comfortably naked beside me. It took us years getting here, but worth every minute of the wait. That morning he was certainly awake before me because he was running his fingernails softly back up and down my chest hair. I love waking up to him like that; man, sure as hell beats an annoying alarm any day. “Sweetbabes, you awake yet?” “I am now. Just look down at what you did to my dick, will you.” “Nah, you just need to take a piss; so, go, I want to talk to you about something.” He was right, but just talking about taking a piss made it even more urgent for me. It’s good thing I’m not in my former recovery mode over my knee surgery, I made the bathroom trip faster than ever, and it’s a good thing there wasn’t running water sounds otherwise there’d be a cleanup detail needed that morning. The only thing that helped me was holding my dick along the way. Let’s make that a definite squeezing of my dick along the way, because once I let go, I let go big time! I finally got back to sleeping the whole night without those necessary pee trips in the middle of the night. I must have been pissing for a long time because my babe was at the bathroom door to see if I fell in or something. I believe, those were his words too. Man, he must have something important to talk about to get out of bed to check on me.

We returned to our bed with my dick in much happier state now and I’m not talking horny boner time; just happy I stopped squeezing the fucking life out of it to hold in my pee. I didn’t think a boner was at the top of his mind anyway. “So, babe, what’s on your mind?” “You mean like now, or like before you took the world’s longest piss.” I just laughed; I could handle both in any order, I’m sure. I told him it was his choice go for it. He went for the before, but maybe I’ll be lucky if there is an after. (Don’t ask me what any of that means, it’s early.)

He gently turned me on my side so as to face him directly, and said, “We need to go buy you a tux Sweetbabes, like today, you remember the ankle thing, right?” Yes, I was well aware and aware about the differences of opinions we were having on price, too. He continued to push that we go shopping for one today and he’d take the day off to do so. He had one caveat though that we shop local first, like Macy’s at the Roseville Galleria Mall or someplace downtown Sacramento. At least humor him before dumping a load of cash in Walnut Creek for more choices on designer wear that I had suggested myself.

Larry has been an astute learner since he began living with me; he’s picked up how to win an argument or at least make me think it was my idea all along. How could I not love such a mimic, huh? I love that I have a guy who can use my own logic against me; there’s all these new challenges for us now. I’m certainly going to let him take me on his journey, he’s my babe. However, I have more years being me under my belt than he has, so bring it on babe, let’s see what you really have.

I know what he wants, not to spend a ton of money on something we will rarely use. I understand what being financially conservative means to him, but that’s really old news between us by now. However, there were plenty of years in my first marriage as a high school teacher with a stay-at-home mom trying to raise our two kids, that we never knew if we’d make it through the month before we were flat ass broke. Through those years we were living paycheck to paycheck, with the fear of what would happen if that paycheck didn’t come in time.

It didn’t escape me or Larry, that it was important for Lisa that I look my best beside her, at least for a while longer. If I came in my old tuxedo with safety pins taking up the slack on my backside, that would be cartoonish funny for me, but so respectfully stupid as well. Larry, the man I’ve come to love and respect so much is far more compassionate and loving man, he’d never let me do that. He’s proving that this morning with his desire to see that Lisa’s wishes get done before it’s too late.

There was a surprise for me as well, maybe he’d like to update his old tux too. Really, that thought never entered my consciousness, whatsoever, he looks so fucking hot in his tux, maybe it just me though. He told me maybe we could buy something that looked a little more alike than what we already own, and maybe one day it will be what we will wear for something even better. I know what that means, and it melts my heart hearing it from him. “Great!” I told him, and I meant it, too. “So, your head is moving more in that direction, huh?” He looked at me shrugged his shoulders a little and said, “Ya, I’d like that very much, wouldn’t you?” I had only a one-word answer, “Absolutely.” And then added the rest of the words, “Yes, I certainly look forward to that day.” At that point we just hugged it out. I forgot to take note of which dick got hard first, or maybe it was a dead tie. Yes, I think it was a tie. And if you are wondering, the conversation got tabled until we were at the kitchen table drinking our first coffee of the day.

Shopping for a tuxedo with Larry

I’m going to skip forward in time that day, and you can now find us in my car headed to the mall in Roseville. Please understand, I have not given up on my thought of traveling to Walnut Creek yet, I just feel I should give his ideas a chance. Especially now that he wants to buy a tux for himself; it’s so unrealistic to expect him to be happy dumping a couple of grand into some tailored black cloth. And the more I think about it, that’s so the old me with Lisa, I don’t need to be that guy much longer. I don’t need to impress Larry with reckless spending, that’s not going to impress the man I fell in love with, not at all. My babe wants to buy something we rarely need on his own today and that’s huge for him. That he’d like to buy something to match whatever I buy, well that’s super cool. I think owning matching tuxedos sounds like something I like to do as well; I’m in love with letting life play out its story for us.

Larry had the Macy’s mall store in mind as the first stop and then the Men’s Wearhouse to look for the best look and price. He did his research online a day or two beforehand. I can cut this short; Macy’s didn’t appeal to either of us at all. I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there fast enough. Sorry Macy’s, there’s no chance anyone would have talked us into anything we saw there, not today anyway. So off to the Men’s Wearhouse, a stand alone store in the same area as the mall. I could sense the frustration of disappointment in the air, Larry suggested that maybe just a nice black suit, or maybe navy would work for us instead. The first thing out of my mouth was, “Nope! That’s just not going to cut it for a tuxedo at all.” Although I didn’t say no to a future purchase if we wanted to do that, just not for Lisa’s upcoming event.

At the next stop, of which I figured there would be many to come, we both zeroed in on a really nice-looking black tux from Vera Wang. Not sure if either one of us could pull it off since it was a slim fit style. We were assured that it could be tailored to fit us perfectly. The surprising thing for me was that neither one of us headed to the price tag first. It was attractive to me, and that’s saying a lot since I was looking for a high-end designer look. Once I saw the $599 price ticket, I thought don’t say a word, this is Larry’s call. And for sure, don’t offer to help him with the cost if it was outside his price-range. I’ll follow his lead whatever it is or goes. However, I’m sure he knows I’d buy both of them without question, if needed.

What surprised me more was that the price never came up, maybe the fact that I was willing to settle for something less than 2 or 3 grand really impressed him. I figure I’ll know more as time moves on. Perhaps, if I was willing to bend some, he felt he should also. Maybe. Who knows, it’s not important enough to worry about at all.

My choice with vest

We made the purchase decision and arranged for a fitting as well. Part of me, the slightly insecure side, hopes the tailoring makes us look more alike. He has an old tux and a business suit tailored to his upper body measurements, and I can’t begin to compete with that look. I know that’s silly of me I guess, besides he knows how turned on I get seeing him in clothes that fit him properly. I’d love to think I look a little more like him now that I’ve dropped so much weight. That’s probably outlandish thinking, huh? Well, we will know soon enough when we get to pick up the tuxedos.

Larry's choice no vest

Actually, the tuxedos can be given different looks by wearing a black vest and or cummerbund. I chose to wear it with a vest and Larry’s larger upper chest looks great without the vest. You can check out what we purchased in the stock photos I put here from the Vera Wang collection. I believe the wives will be pleased with our selection, more so since we picked them out ourselves, not by them for us. That seems so important to me now for some reason.

Lisa gets her promotion while at work

I got a text from Lisa around 1:30pm that they had a special lunch for her and announced her promotion to those in attendance. She finally received the position she’s been working hard to achieve at her firm. I’m very proud for her, she indeed is the one between us that truly earned the right to her position. She never had a ‘Pops’ grooming her as I had in my corner. Perhaps if I was a female at my former firm, I’d have no ‘Pops’ as well. Lisa has always been a driven woman, it’s what attracted me to her as well as her physical beauty. I’ve always been attracted to blonde females real or otherwise; I could be open about that, the blonde men, not so much, as we all know about me.

Lisa told me that she had some ideas on how to celebrate and asked if she and Ellen could talk Mark and me into having a dinner out to discuss it with them. Of course, I texted right back with all the good wishes and happiness I had for her. I told her dinner was on and that I’d make the plans and it would be formal since I had purchased a new tuxedo for a party that didn’t happen. She texted back that she had ideas to discuss with me and she couldn’t wait to see the tuxedo I picked out to buy for myself. I didn’t tell her that Larry was a big part of the decision process in my purchase. It will be interesting to hear her review of the formal wear choices that Larry and I made together. I’m not about to tell her what we paid to see what she’ll say first, hell, I might never let her know anyway. She has excellent taste in clothes and probably equates expense and style quite differently from Larry and me. She always shopped for me stating the only good taste I had was in my mouth! She’s probably right about that, but I did approve of her choices for me. I suspect if I ever needed her help on clothing choices, she’d be there for me. I’m surprised that I even considered shopping for a tuxedo myself when she picked out my old one long ago. I guess it was time to move on by myself now.

I covered the text information with Larry right after I received them, as if he wasn’t right there with me during the transmissions between Lisa and myself. Larry was so happy that Lisa finally got the Senior Vice President position that he knew she wanted so badly. And said we need to take them out to dinner soon and celebrate. I asked him if he was reading my iPhone screen because that’s what I told her too. He laughed and said man, we are so much alike now, huh! So, I asked him where he thought we should take them. He suggested Ruth Chris’s Steakhouse, where else, huh? And asked if I could pull a few of my old tricks to get a reservation faster than he could. Well, I do have a few tricks that Pops taught me that work, so, of course I would. I might be retired now but not out to pasture yet!

Larry asked me if I thought our tuxedos would be ready for us before we take them out for dinner, and if we should wear them as well. I assured him the affirmative on both, but I might have to pull a few more strings to get the rush job needed. I actually did plan on wearing a tux for them and would have postponed the dinner until we could get them back. He said he can’t wait to show me off in something he helped pick out for us. And he said that he definitely wants to wear his matching tux, too. That’s a side of him so new to me and frankly, I’m a big fan of now. 

Dinner for four to celebrate soon

It only took a few days to get our tuxedos back and fitting perfectly. I was surprised that I could pull off a slim-fit look, actually, let’s call that delirious that I could pull off a slim-fit look. Some of you guys will completely understand that; the rest of you, just read on please. There are times like this that it’s so overwhelming that I get teary-eyed and amazed at what I have been able to do for myself. Some of you will get this, I’m sure.

I was able to get dinner reservations for us without difficulty at Ruth Chris Steakhouse in Roseville, a city close to where we live and where we shopped for our tuxedos. I chose 7:00pm for us on a Friday night. Probably will be busy and not our personal choice for ourselves, but this was special, and I thought it would be nice to be a part of a crowd this time. The wives will need time to get out of work clothes and work mindset and into party mode. Knowing Lisa that would be a tub soaking as well. Perhaps 7:00pm might be too early, however, I believe they have a 9:00pm closing time and I’d hate to be told they were closing soon. 

Always about the meat

Larry and I discussed the dinner for quite a while which I thought was amazing. How wonderful to have a mate that wants to be a part of everything we do together. I doubt seriously that my old buddy Mark would be so willing; I love having a real partner, one with his own opinions but willing to listen to mine as well. I’m saying that here because we both planned this evening of celebration for Lisa and of course Ellen as well.

I thought but did ask Larry about menu choices and whether or not to plan everything for them. After all, we all have history together, and know what to expect from them. However, getting Larry’s input is so refreshing for me, I’m purely delighted discussing everything with him. He felt like I did, let’s plan everything from the meal to the wine, and to the dessert. And he did not suggest giant rib-eye steaks too. Haha, oh I’m just pulling up old laughable memories here; Larry has moved on from those days. He actually suggested the 11oz Filet Mignons for all of us shown on their Web page and seen here. 

Maybe he remembers how weighted down you feel after wolfing down a 22oz rib-eye and giant baked potato and how it affects what happens in bed later, or should I say what doesn’t happen in bed later. 😕 Perhaps that might be so or might not, just conjecture at this point. However, I feel one of us, or better yet, two of us will be way beyond horny for each other when we get back home. I for one will not be stuffed to the gills and not looking forward to sex. That’s for damn sure! I’m getting horny just thinking about, who, what, when, and where!

Getting ready for a celebratory dinner with the wives

When we actually were to take them to dinner, Larry and I may have spent more time getting ready than them. We both were looking forward to going out together and we didn’t have that horrible feeling that we might get caught being ourselves around them. That’s not an issue any longer. Since Larry works out of our house, he doesn’t have the commute they have from Sacramento. That saves an hour for him, and he can chose his working hours as well. If you are one to read between the lines, we had a lot of time to prepare for the night. And by prepare, I mean scheduling time in my giant shower, and by time in the shower, I mean hot sex. See, I could have just said hot sex, but you’d wonder who, what, when, and where! Well, in my mind you would wonder, I would have. (Sometime even I don’t believe what I write.)

I went into our office early in the afternoon dressed only in my silky boxer shorts. (I might have done that on purpose too. Ha hah!) I let him know I was entering the room since his back is to the door. I didn’t need him to jump out of his skin, right? I approached his chair and started my neck and shoulder massage that we both like receiving and kept very quiet. In fact, we both stayed quiet, no talking just a wonderful massage. After a while I moved my hands down over his massive shoulders and into his mostly unbuttoned (maybe just for me) shirt. I’m afraid I stayed there longer than I planned on, but my hands have a mind of their own once they are getting buried in his furry pecs. I have no control over what they are doing now, just perfect for both of us, and he loves it. Sometimes I wonder if he wished that my chest was as densely covered as his, (more accurately put, I wish I was) not that what I do have seems to be a problem for either of us. Anyway, I digress, he is a big fan of what I’m doing to him, I hope you didn’t think he was disturbed at all. He loves being touched and I am most willing to be the one doing it to him! If you only knew the pain of wanting to do that with him for so many years and afraid to try.

Now my head was next to his and I wanted more than anything else was to kiss him, so I did, and he reciprocated appropriately. That went on until he had to fix his dick, ha hah, I always love that part. It was a quick fix, but I bet he wished he was naked before I started in on him. All I said after the lip-lock was, “shower?” He almost knocked me over backing up out of the chair. Once he was up, off came his clothes. He dropped them right there on the floor near his chair like teenaged me would have, and then he pushed my shorts off me, not like teenaged me. Understand, there’s a haul getting from our office in the East wing of the house to the master bedroom and bath on the North West wing. But we made it, mostly holding each other, or in contact with some part of our bodies along the way. He had better access to my hard dick since it points the way forward. I found his hairy ass just as much fun to play with though.

Larry was the first in the shower getting the water warm for us; I had a pee problem (opportunity), and a hard dick problem (opportunity), at the same time. Somehow my dick understood this was temporary and let me pee and didn’t waste any time getting hard again. All my dick needs to see is naked Larry and no prob! I absolutely love standing under the rain shower in the middle of the shower room holding him in my arms. Fortunately, he does too. I think it’s a great way to start or finish sex in the shower. We spent the entire holding time kissing, it’s what I wanted and apparently, he did too. There was no pushing away other than him pushing my dick up against him and away from his balls. My dick can be pushed up like his but doesn’t like to stay that way, so, it does tend to push back down to the poking balls territory. I really don’t know if having my dick up against his belly is uncomfortable for him, but I bet it beats ball poking any day though. I have talked myself blue in the face over the years about ball poking him, I really don’t know what to do about it. By the time we get into that situation, ball poking is the last thing on my mind. Maybe if he wired his boner to look like mine, I’d be the ‘pokee’ instead of the ‘poker’ and I’d know what I put him through. Maybe that’s what it will take, huh Larry?

However, back to happy dick time, as long as I was in that position, our dicks were touching each other, and I loved feeling his dick like that. Now that I’ve lost most of my soft belly, there's more room for dick play now. At least when we are embraced in that way it feels like that. We haven’t stood in front of a mirror yet to check out my theory; I wouldn’t count on us doing that any time soon, too.

At one point, it was time to move on from the rain shower. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but I can’t or shouldn’t be kneeling down on my new knee, so I dragged him over to the built-in bench so I could sit down and almost perfectly align myself with his north pointing dick. I fixed that direction into my waiting mouth and never let go of it until he was no longer angled north. In other words, I finished him off and drained him dry. And he didn’t try to stop me. Thank you very much!

Pull no pull same size

Larry asked to sit down but had needed the rest more than my aching sex-starved dick for a bit. Man, I really sucked the life out of him, I guess. He told me, “Don’t go away, I have plans for that dick of yours yet!” “Hey, no worries, babe, I’d expect no less from you.” I started soaping up in front of him and spent plenty of attention to my balls and dick. No question that he was not going to miss anything I was doing, I poured it on as thick as I could until he couldn’t stand it any more. Man, he can recover quickly. Maybe it’s those four and a half years younger than me, at work, huh? Just a word or two on the naked men pictures here. You see, they are to represent me soaping up for him, except they don’t look like me but are doing what I said I was doing, right. The guy pulling his dick, yeah, I’ve done that enough over the years. But he might be a little thicker than me now. I was probably him 20 pounds ago. The soapy dude, is probably the same guy anyway, looks a little thinner and might be a better one to use. However, I liked both pictures, so I put them in here. Ha hah! Now you know how crazy horny Marcus can get writing these chapters.

Soaping up for fun

Okay, enough digression. After my babe was ready, he asked me to shower off the ton of soap I applied getting him worked up. Who’d want to deal with soap in his mouth. A most reasonable request and I certainly didn’t need to be told. True to ‘Larry form’ the first thing in his mouth was one of my balls. He works up to my dick. But I do believe it’s based more into what he did on that trip to the cabin and lake almost three years ago. Oh, I have no problem with that because he’s very gentle with them and I’ve never had anyone do that with me before him. I love it and highly recommend it if you have a caring and gentle lover. Unless you are into pain, then you are on your own. I figured that he was going to repeat my performance on me, and I was right. We will get to fucking later tonight after we prepare ourselves. Perhaps it was the ball sucking or the intense desire not to finish soon, I didn’t finish as fast as he did earlier. I enjoyed every minute with him and was grateful we have on demand hot water. However, I should say we did turn off the water when it wasn’t necessary, after all we are in a water shortage here in California. So, you know I may have taken longer enjoying myself there was a limit to how much my dick can take before it gives up its bounty. And bounty was delivered, man, did I ever deliver. I told him to push over I needed to sit, too! I guess we are learning more and more about our limits, could be, but I seem to cum harder than ever and it’s mind blowing when I do. I’m not complaining at all, my dick has never been happier. I bet I can say that for Larry, too. Oh, you know that’s true!

Ellen and Lisa text that they were ready to be picked up for dinner. Even though we live just a short walk from each other, I did drive up to their front door to pick then up, and then Larry and I stepped out to meet them. This would be the first time they’ll see us all dressed up in a very long time. I don’t believe either of them are expecting to see Larry in a new tux though. If I wasn’t living with him, I’d probably think the same way. This was going to be a fun thing for me to witness.

Remember, it was me who was told to buy something that fit, right? I thought I’d get the kudos and rave reviews; but no! Lisa was the first to overlook me for the Mark they thought they knew. She rush right to him and gave him a hug and gushed over how wonderful he looked in his formal wear. Well, at least I got my review from Ellen, she thought I looked lovely and even thinner since the last time she saw me; not exactly my main goal with the thinner look; well maybe it was.

The next surprise came from both of them. Lisa was the first to speak up and then followed up nicely by Ellen; Lisa had her right arm linked to Larry’s left arm when she stated that she chose Mark to be her dinner date tonight. Ellen not to be over-shadowed came over to claim me as her choice as well. Perhaps you can imagine the look on our faces hearing this news. Well, that’s uniquely different and unexpected and perhaps a little frightening thrown in for good measure. “What?!” Is it entirely possible that we dressed formally with that in mind? Not me, I’ll need to check in with my babe later. But he seems to be enjoying the attention Lisa is giving him; Ellen on the other hand just makes me nervous. I always thought for years that the playful crush we acted out together was just that, playful. We’ll see how this goes at dinner. Perhaps this is the first step in the final resolution of our marriages. Maybe its their way of telling us there is a need to formally resolve our living arrangements. Maybe they have bigger balls than either of us, perhaps they do. Well, the car seating arrangements never changed, Larry was still my “shotgun partner.”

Lisa unloads her plans to us at our dinner out

Our entrance to the Ruth Chris Steakhouse matched their front door greeting, Lisa walked in on Larry’s arm, and I walked in with Ellen as my date. For the first time ever, we sat differently, it was girl, boy, girl, boy. Awkward! How will Larry and I have fun trying to sneak a playful grab or poke this way. I bet you know we built up a powerful need to resolve that later in bed though. (One notable result from the dinner date, it was fun play acting and I figured it was just another ploy Lisa had in mind for us on how to handle our current lifestyle in front of others not in the know.)

While dining especially between courses, Lisa and Ellen began to unload their plans for a fairly large cocktail party on us. By my current standards with Larry, replace the words ‘fairly large’ with ‘mega.’ The guest list essentially was directly related to her office and other friends of theirs and a few of our common friends not related to either business. Just great! That guest list of hers is bound to be heading for our home, not theirs and that’s of some concern to me. I seriously doubt that Lisa has told anyone about our living arrangements at this point, and I’d like to keep it that way for the majority of those people. 

Our home has seen many large cocktail parties over the years. Except for parking, we can handle a good-sized business-related guest list. We usually alert our neighbors about the possibility of excessive cars parked in front of their property. After Covid hit that annoyance stopped… surprise neighbors, guess what’s coming back again! Many of our guests have arranged to be driven here and then picked up by drivers. If you witnessed their open bar drinking habits, you’d be glad they had designated drivers, too! Of course, none of that bothers me as much as the fact that we have been living in a limited area of the house, I don’t think we’ve cleaned the great room in a very long time, if at all. Gross, huh? I guess we could, but I’m not motivated to do that at this time. I’m thinking rent a hall, anyplace, anywhere but here at our place. 

I really wanted to check in with Larry now, not after I drink some of my concerns and fears away. Before the dessert course arrived, I asked the wives to excuse me as I needed to use the ‘little boy’s room,’ and then asked Larry to join me. Like in which universe would a guy ask another guy to join him in the bathroom. (Okay, I can think of one, but not this time.) My request got Larry staring at me as if I was ‘off-my-fucking-rocker’ insane. The wives almost split a gut laughing at my request and said, “Listen guys, we’ll go check our makeup so you two can stay here and talk it out. They excused themselves and left for the Lady’s Room arm in arm. See, women can get away with that shit without question of their sexuality, oh well.

So, no matter what I could come with for them to consider, it was going to be our house, period. As much as I’d like to keep our private life private, they felt stronger about the same. No one was to know of our separation, period. Good we agree on something important; so, why not agree on renting a different venue instead? Because maintaining looks requires that certain people expect no less from us. Furthermore, it’s been expected for years that our home will be open for large work-related parties. I definitely must confer big time with Larry later on this development. To tell the truth, I did fear this was going to be the outcome anyway.

Somehow the clearheaded man at the table was Larry, I shouldn’t have been surprised about that. The young ‘Grasshopper’ has learnt well. Larry calmed me down with, Sweetbabes, we have this, don’t worry, you got me to help. He also said that he’s booking my ass for tonight right now, and don’t forget. I asked him if he had a boner telling me that. His answer was, “Like you don’t yourself?” Damn, he’s so much fucking fun to hang with! 

Larry asked me if Ellen was messing around with me like Lisa was with him. “What?” Lisa was being a little hands-on leg with him, maybe a little to close to the package for his comfort. We both went there commando; I think we do that so much around the house that we didn’t give it a second thought. We have all of our clothes in the office closet, so, we got dressed together for the dinner. I know exactly what’s under those trousers of his as much as he knows about what’s under mine. Back years ago, perhaps if we had to dress in the same room, we’d turn our backs to each other for modesty. Screw that now, I have no problem just soaking in the view as often as I can. However, what’s going on here? Are they testing us or just playfully being fun dates for us. And to respond to Larry’s question, Ellen was her usual flirty self around me. Personally, I’ve always enjoyed thinking that a female might really want to flirt with me. I didn’t get any hands-on activity, but there was a lot of leg rubbing and small talk chatting directed to me quite often. It was fun and nothing that Lisa and I ever did when out together. Personally, I grew weary of all the shop talk and related business anecdotes. Ellen is fun to be with, but not as much fun as Larry.

They were in the Ladies Room for longer than usual, maybe they locked the door and had some fun with each other, Don’t think that I didn’t have that in mind myself when I asked Larry to join me in the Men’s Room. Even with the time they allotted for us, we will be talking about this stuff for a long time to come. As they returned to the table, I believe this was the first time we didn’t need to change the subject quickly. That was almost sad because we always trash talked while they were gone only to hush up on their return. Not that night though. 

Lisa immediately thought through the fact that two guys are living in her house; two guys who might not be so into living in an immaculate home. And then, by any chance have we kept the housekeeper since she’s been living next door? Somewhere deep in my consciousness lies this very scenario because it wasn’t a surprise when it came up. I told her that Covid kept our housekeeper Maria Lourdes away to stay at home with her kids and we had handled all the cleaning chores ourselves. Larry offered that we keep most of the house closed to us, but neither comment seem to help much. It was then decreed; a housekeeping service will be sent to fix what needed fixing before the party. Lisa said she’d arrange for the fresh flowers and any little detail that we might not consider. My mind immediately went to, thank God no one will be privy to the private living quarters of the home. There are two half-bath toilets adjacent to the grand room, one of which is very feminine and designed by Lisa years ago. I wished I opted for a very masculine toilet for the men, a couple of urinals would certainly speed things up for the men.

As the dinner progressed through the evening, the upcoming party subject faded into how we all were handling our unique situations at home. We have been getting more open with each other for some time now and that weird couple arrangement they came up with for dinner, seemed to make it even easier for us to move forward. I looked directly at Larry and never took my eyes off of him as I told them he means to world to me and that I couldn’t envision a future without him at my side. Thankfully Larry chimed in and agreed with me wholeheartedly and added how our living together really solved the tension that was building up between us over the years. Wow, Larry when did you get to be such a deep thinker! Maybe I helped, somehow? He’s the best side-kick buddy in the world! I really can’t imagine a day without him, no I can’t, and I don’t want to either! 

Planning a cocktail party and catering

Lisa said that Ellen and she would arrange for the catering, so not to worry. And then asked if Mark would like to bartend as he has done several times in the past. I jumped in with, “Absolutely not!” He is not working the party, he’s a big part of it. I could arrange for bartenders. Lisa was all apologetic and stumbled all over herself after she realized her blunder. Good old Mark said he wasn’t offended since he loved bartending anyway, and then back home he thanked me for taking offense at the thought. And added that neither one of us should think any more about it, that he knew some guys to ask as well, too.

Our dinner out to celebrate was coming to an end soon, right after the dessert course, but not soon enough for me. And I don’t mean the dessert part! I secretly wished, at least until now, that we went there as same sex couples. After all, that’s who we are. However, I get Lisa totally, from the reverse dating that night to the upcoming party. We will be back to acting as if nothing has transpired between all of us over the past months, its no one’s business to be into our business until we say so. I suspect all four of us feel that way until we develop a new cadre of friends to be open and honest with. We haven’t traveled down that road with them yet, but they do have lots of girlfriends. Larry and I don’t any guy friends at all. Well Joe knows that we are together, he should by now, or he’s totally oblivious to what’s right under his nose on every visit here. We haven’t gone looking for friends, and we don’t go bar hopping. That’s not something we’d think about anyway. Frankly, I don’t know how to build a circle of gay friends other than what we’ve built here with you guys. We hardly live in an area conducive to building that aforementioned circle.

Back to home and alone finally

Finally, back to Granite Bay from Roseville, not a distance of any concern for any of us; perhaps it was more of when will this strange evening ever come to an end. Please understand from my point-of-view, the wives did not create a ‘serious problem’ for us, just a little upside-down fun; however, true to the known goofiness the four of us have been guilty of in the past, it’s totally conceivable that could have happened one day just for the ‘hell-of-it.’ Well, the ‘hell-of-it’ came to pass that night, we lived through it and now I think Larry and I will being talking about it for days.

Perhaps I was a little ahead of myself about the talking part, because once we pulled inside the garage, and entered the house through the family room, we fell into uncontrollable laughter. I mean the type of laughter that makes you hold your belly and eventually hurts your sides and then makes you piddle in your pants. Well, my pants, I didn’t ask Larry about his pants. It’s a good bet he was no different though. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed this kind of laughing as much as tonight. I wonder if the wives are doing the same, they should. 

Ellen was really flirting with me to the point of making me wonder how serious she was. I’ve been known to play-act flirting back to her for years. To me it meant nothing really except I was aware that she liked me enough to do that and get away with it. Mark never seemed to be pissed that she did it though. I’ve seen Lisa pretty much drool over Mark, and I don’t blame her, I did for years privately, myself. Any other guy would probably be pissed if his wife did that in front of him, I knew that Lisa was attracted to the muscles and the fur that she could see on him, she freely let me know that at times. I don’t believe it was a putdown on me though. I’d be happier if I looked more like him. Well, dear wife, I’m not into dying my hair blonde, and my own muscles are just below years of living too well; as to the furry part, I have it on Larry’s good word, that I have a sexy hairy chest and belly. She can ask him; he’ll tell her I bet. I have been known to sing his praises as well when she’d talk about him. She knew I was attracted to him in a ‘non-sexual’ way. Hahah, for sure, it was ‘non-sexual’ all right! Overtly ‘non-sexual’ if she only knew what was going on in my head though. No question, she does now. 

Well, eventually the laughter turned into giggles, especially as the hurting sides set in and we headed for the bedroom hornier than ever. Maybe the wives are in the same boat. I’m not concerned about them though, just the two of us and no question Larry was, too. I asked him if I could undress him, and he said as long as he could undress me. I told him I’d take awesome care of his clothes; I’m not going to drop them into a pile on the floor. It might take some time to do this, and I fully expect to enjoy the stripping off of every item on him. He brought up his commando situation, I told him I know, ditto babe!

I really enjoyed the stripping off of his clothes especially the part where he allowed me the right to do so. I know full well how much he desires to be touched and every strip off of clothes was followed up with a brush by my hand or fingers on his body. I’ve wanted to do that for years, and now I can whenever I want. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that. I imagined that when I get to his trousers it’s going to be seriously tented, and I’m going enjoy the view. Poor Larry will want to adjust his straining upwardly pointing dick, but I told him, that will be my job, sorry. I figured the longer I took the more spring-loaded it will be. I also know to be super careful with his zipper if I plan on using his dick in bed. I get the biggest ‘kid-like’ kick out of how his dick works. I’m nothing like him, no spring-loaded dick for him to play with. I’m sad he doesn’t get the kind of joy I get making his dick slap his belly. I learned a long time ago, this silly enjoyment of mine is mostly just tolerated by him. There’s a time limit or count of how my snaps I get before he takes his dick away from me. Sad huh.

Actually, I really laid off the dick snapping belly routine after two snaps, I had bigger fish to fry and it’s all naked now in front of me. However, that would have to wait, I’m still in my tux and he has plans for me too. He carefully removed my coat, and then the studs on my shirt. My belt came off next and then he pulled the shirt of me over my head. I’ve been doing that lately observing him over the months undressing in front of me. He had me lift my legs to take of my shoes and then my socks. There’s only one thing left and he’s checking for any tenting. Eureka! He found the tenting and promised to carefully remove my trousers and safely leave my pubic hair away from the zipper. We both subscribe to this safety measure. No question my dick popped out once the zipper came down and he just leaned back and said that maybe my dick has been getting larger lately. And then he weighed my dick in one hand and then the other, and then pulled out my balls, and stated no growth there, and laughed. I told him the zipper and my balls were headed to an argument soon. I was told in due time, but don’t worry. Once my trousers were carefully hung up, he returned to inspecting my dick again and decided that my dick hasn’t grown, it’s just a lot easier to see all of it now that I’ve lost so much weight. And then he complimented me for giving him more visible dick to play with. I think the jury is still out on this compliment, although he never had a problem before with my not so totally visible dick. Scratch the above, I love his compliment, and I love how he has adapted to my desire to lose weight for both of us. The more visible dick is a benefit I hadn’t put much thought into. Now he’s got me checking myself out in the bathroom mirror often, it does seem longer, yay! I love my dick now! Okay, I love his dick too! He didn’t have the benefit of weight to lose, and dick to emerge, so he still looks the same, sorry Larry, it is what it is! Hahah!

Larry reminded me about my ass being booked first tonight, and I didn’t forget. But I did have to excuse myself to get ready for him. I have more Merlot wine in me than I usually have for a dinner out and I feel myself getting sleepy by the minute. But there’s nothing more I’d like right now than to be the target of my babe’s very hard sky pointing dick. I’m not sure if I have it in me to return the favor without some sleep first. I might have fallen asleep if I was with Lisa, but Larry kept me wide awake, well, awake enough.

A great way to end a day! Or start!

We may have thought we’d be totally horned up by the time we got home, but tired won. By the time we hit the sheets for real it all ended perhaps a little too soon. Yes, way more than too soon, but we still got to wrap our arms around each other and snuggle off to sleep. However, I remember waking up around 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning with Larry repositioning my pointing dick between his legs, I think my boner might be longer now too. I know it pokes him way too often. He’s probably going to duct tape the thing to my belly one night! I wouldn’t blame him except I’d hate the pain from the hair I’ll lose de-taping myself! I’ll tell you one positive thing about us; bedtime is something we both look forward to now. It was in the middle of the night when I was able to put my poking dick to use. An almost groggy babe helped my dick find its target and I remember not much more than the connection and how good it felt.

I love the idea of heading to bed together, that is something I lived without for years. I know he has come from a different marital background than mine, but he’s never had a partner like me before, just ask him if he likes that. I dare you! I’m not afraid of his answer he’ll give you.

There’s so much more to write about this Tuxedo Tuesday that I think I need to break it in two for you. From the cleaning of the house, setting up the party, and the charade throughout the party, plus how my babe reacted when push comes to shove. I think you’ll appreciate a part two chapter to read. I promise you that I will finish writing about it. There’s a lot to cover with you yet that you might like to know. It might not be exactly what you might have expected though, and that’s all I’ll give away here.

Love you guys and I might just get part two out to you before Larry writes another of his chapters. You’ll certainly want to read his version I bet. I already have a good idea of how that will go!

Marcus

You can read my Chapter 80, part two of the Tuxedo Tuesday Event with this link:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2021/11/ch-80-marcus-tuxedo-tueday-event.html#more